BPR 51 | 2024
Emmaus
Luke in torn clothes,
Cleopas sporting the pilgrim’s scallop,
they sit at a table shrouded in white
cloth as if reserved at Delmonico’s.
Bread, grapes, and the chicken
that might be a masterpiece
lie yet untouched, a meal laid
for the company though one
is dead. The risen Christ holds
his hand away from his swollen face.
Luke rises. Cleopas gestures in alarm.
The servant wonders if the wine has turned,
if the scoundrels will pay the bill
or offer the usual miracle.